The evening of the 4th of July, we went to Mike's folks place for a cookout. The weather held for a little while and then the skies opened and the rain poured down. Donny and I were sitting on the porch and at first he seemed sort of freaked out by the thunder. I don't know how I explained thunder to him but soon I had him High Fiving me everytime the thunder came. Its so good to know that, reasonably soon, we will have a porch with a roof and everytime it rains, Donny and I can sit out there, count Mississippis when the lightning comes and High Five on the thunder. Slowly, ever so slowly, I will impose my goth sensibilities on him. This one was especially sweet as my Dad and I always sat out on the porch back home for thunderstorms. And, might I say, Pennsylvania thunderstorms? Refreshing, pleasant even, but no match for the grandeur of Northern Ohio
Next on the Goth Syllabus? Maybe a cemetery picnic...
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